Nov 30, 2011

Books from Boxes


Corrugated sheet covers with printed fluorescent printed sheets inside.
Its a delight to have them but can't be too sure about writing on these blinding colours...


With smart but a raw look outside, you hardly expect a chaos inside.
Experimenting with end-papers.
Gifted to a friend , Dhruva Rao.


4  Squares

Half-open; coloured spine with an interesting piece of a box as a cover.
Gifted to Anisha Crasto when she convocated from NID.

Nov 22, 2011

Breaking Books

This is a booklet of Posters we got as a part of the kit at Design Yatra 2010

Not having the slightest inclination to put them, I did what I do best, with them- Bind
And how best to use a book of delicious visual texture and fully experimental layouts- COLLAGE
Presenting the first few in the book...






Nov 21, 2011

Glued

I have always found collage as a medium to be SuperCool with the rough edges and things that don't fit and how things can be ripped from one context and glued into another. What to do with this medium will obviously not come to me until some magazines are destroyed, a lot of glue consumed and till I run out of space to accommodate all those little-little 'cuttings which may come handy in the future'....



Nov 14, 2011

My world and how it fits in a locker....

Jul 25, 2011

Vishal
Abhijeet

Anuj
Apoorva

Boopathy

Damayanti
Mira

Mudra

Navneet
Rakesh
Rohit
Sonam
Swati


Jun 14, 2011

An ode to changing times


It was just yesterday we knew each other,
Just yesterday, when there was a thing called ‘Culture’
We were proud about it; we celebrated it and loved it.

Today there are only strangers,
Dividers erected, toughened further by military rules.
We are not proud; there is no need to celebrate and definitely no reason to love it.

Tomorrow, more strangers will come in, do their time, get branded and will be released like crates of cold-drinks in December.
There will be another batch next year, and the year after that...getting colder and colder.

NID, I wish you were still the way you were described by all those coming to chai-gate,
after all those years that they were here,
Who sip and reminisce about how beautiful those times were in their days.